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“We’re Not Gonna Take It, Anymore!”

In Occupy Together, Occupy Wall St, One Nation, Patient, Persistent, This Is What Democracy Looks Like on October 14, 2011 at 1:02 pm

Great to wake up to the band playing, and the streets of Manhattan filled with people singing, “We’re not gonna take it, no, we’re not gonna take it, we’re not gonna take it, anymore!!” when we found out the park won’t be “cleaned” after all.

All movements in the world started from people.  Kings, pharoahs and monarchs were ALWAYS content with the status quo, and millions of people had millions of reasons for complying with the status quo for long periods at a time, until they decided the status quo was unbearable and revolution was in order.  So we need to make the message simple enough for an 8-year-old to understand.  Once enough people see the simple truth that, without them, the emperor has no clothes, then the emperor no longer rules the people: the people rule the emperor.   Bloomberg and all the politicians will be caught chasing the narrative and trying to spin it to their personal advantage, but people have to create the narrative and lead the politicians, rather than following the politicians, and letting them set the narrative.

For the doubters and the haters and the trolls out there, that are not nearly as abundant as our major media outlets try to make it appear, I ask:

Has sitting at home by yourself biting your nails over the loss of your 401K been working for you?

Has dutifully smiling and sending out 300 resumes a month while you have piles of student debt been working for you?

O.k, to the virtuous who went to community college and have no student debt and no mortgage debt who tell these protesters to “get a job”–do you have a job that will lead anywhere but on a treadmill to nowhere for the next 50 years?
Your wages have stagnated for 30 years–that means they have NOT INCREASED AT ALL, while your work output (production) has.
The increase in your productivity while you sweat at $8 or even $20 bucks an hour has gone only to the TOP.

Corporations are sitting on mounds have cash and have no care how many people can’t find jobs.  It is not their job to create demand for their services by employing more people who in turn can buy more.   Only governments (i.e, PEOPLE, not corporations) can care for the larger general welfare–all the parts of life and society that are larger than the tiny confines of the factory or bank walls.   The corporations are designed to make money, only–that is why we have a Constitution, and a government: to promote the general welfare.

Yet when a government is bought out by corporations, it, like the corporation, refuses to see the broader welfare.  It defines life narrowly only based on the measures of what is happening inside the walls of the corporations and the balance sheet of banks.  That narrow definition ignores the plight of joblessness, hunger,  and debt, as “not my problem.”

When government becomes as unresponsive as corporations to the suffering of the people, the only recourse is to take to the streets and raise your voices.  Or, suffer silently, and quietly die in the corner without inconveniencing the corporations and governments, which they would prefer.  Those who hate and dismiss  the protesters are doing the job of unresponsive government.  Nice work.  People can always be counted on to do the work of their oppressors and to vote against their true best interest.

Your life is short, and you may wake up one day to find it over, and that you lived on the wrong side of history.  Or, like Troy Davis, Joe Hill, and Martin Luther King, you may find that though your body left the earth, you never died, because too many people keep the fight for justice alive.

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Bread & Circuses

In Damned, Dangerous, Difficult, Persistent, Profound, Rain, Spring on April 12, 2011 at 6:13 pm

“… Already long ago, from when we sold our vote to no man, the People have abdicated our duties; for the People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions — everything, now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses” ~  Juvenal, Satire X, 100 AD

Anyone who clings prayerfully to peace in their hearts in a seeming drought time of peace on this earth, may actually find more comfort and do more good in the tiny crevice in which you endeavor than trying to commune on the streets with any passing soul.   Every time I go the the White House, I come home almost worse off than before I went, to see how utterly few people really seem all that concerned about anything beyond themselves.  You can cultivate a greater sense unity and community by writing comments on a website.

No wonder President Obama seems so cut off from ordinary, suffering Americans.  They sure aren’t holding his feet to the fire.  We entirely do get the government we elected, and if we don’t elect to see beyond the tip of our noses, our politicians will return the favor by ignoring us every bit as equally.

The security apparatus in full force doing its job with humorless reserve and barely veiled contempt for any soul so brazen to dare express an opinion is but a tiny factor in the fear factor that reigns our land and peoples’ hearts, souls, and minds.  It is almost pitiful that they (the security guards, and the invisible creepy network crawling in all the ether of cyberspace), don’t get more challenge.   We, the people, are truly keeping their job completely boring.

People dutifully constrain eye contact to the ground, never daring to commit the sin of interacting with a non-corporate person, a merely breathing semblance of flesh, obviously incapable of achieving the only legitimate human personhood of  the Corporation.

You can follow the money in and out of any labyrinthine complex of killing you want, but the military complex monster feeds at  Simpson’s millions of teats, which are all military and not remotely maternal, while everyone goes about their narrow business with nary a  wrinkle in conscience.

We, the coalition of the willing at the noontime GDAMS (do love the acronym!)(http://demilitarize.org/), fueled poetry, beauty, wrath, and determination, but we did not seem to spark a glimmer of curiosity from the passer-bys and “ordinary” tourists who outnumbered us by the hundreds.  I sometimes have sympathy with the ranters on the Times site who get so angry at all the people who vote Republican, venting that their fellow Americans deserve to perish in the divide and conquer stew stirred by our politicians.

But, the important thing about being this disgusted by the inexcusable apathy of our populace is that the same level of apathy existed in Tunisia, Egypt, and elsewhere in nations across all the sands of time and history.

Small, dedicated coalitions of the willing met in cyberspace, met in public squares, to far greater oppression than the smug derision we meet here. They were, and still are, being beaten, tortured, imprisoned, and killed for daring to express a simple opinion. And Asmaa Mahfouz’s group suffered years of pitifully tiny protests, vastly outnumbered by scary, black-clad, masked military who seemed to have no law, either moral or man-made, keeping them in check before a genuinely loving, liberating sense of unfettered freedom bathed the country and spilled across the world in tangible waves.

The President, be it Obama or Bushes or Clintons, on further reflection, is utterly representative of and emblematic of a populace cowed by standardized testing. Standardized testing is the epitome of tyrannical control which dictates a narrow frame of a concept with equally narrow answers, and allows no possibilities for subtlety, contradiction, irony, metaphor, or poetry. If you don’t pass the test, you won’t get into the right college, and if you don’t get into the right college, forget about trying to shape opinion or be a leader anywhere in the world, not anywhere from your street corner to the remotest pixels of cyberspace. Never mind debunking the concept of right and wrong answers with heartfelt spectrums of the rainbow…

Don’t step up to the plate at the comment page, don’t throw a curve ball, don’t risk falling utterly flat on your face. Never mind that the test makers have no interest whether anyone passes or not. They just want to make sure as many people as possible get tested over and over again so that they can get their fees. In fact, testing could almost generate more money than bomb-making if they attain enough of a monopoly, because people can take tests over and over again, but they only get to die once. The education monopoly has its insider funnels going straight to the White House, as Sardonicky shows is feeding our military industrial complex.

What if you graduated from the best college in the world, but not a single soul voted for your comment? What if the dropout had 5,000 people agree with him? Pointing out that global military spending reached $1.6 trillion in 2010? While how much is spent on peace? What even qualifies as peace when everything from our farming to shelter to clothing to energy to consumerism is anything but peaceful, in every mercenary step of the way from assembly to sale? How hard is it to come up with even a softball critique when you can’t walk two steps into hypocrisy somewhere in this world?

This leveling of the information age is the most truly democratic in all its brutality and glory. And I find it impossible to read what I do about all the crazy ways of the world and not try to demand that our we are worthy of our politicians, and our politicians are worthy of us. Others gave up and went to monasteries. The President’s own sister works tirelessly for peace and few outside her circle hear her message. But at least that is one less bomb thrower in the world.
http://www.alternet.org/economy/150418/obama%27s_sister_has_big_ideas_for_education_reform_

But if you look back at how big the protests were in the 60s, how much of it was because of the draft? A lot, I am told. Most people aren’t going to leave the shell of their immediate sphere, and by the time a threat is at their door, it is too late to protest.

So, pass the popcorn. The circus continues, and there’s a closer ringside seat in the commentariate than on the actual streets….